While Shane and the junior Avengers were taking care of things down below, James and Virginia were battling the Destroyer the only way they knew how. With brute force, and a certain amount of extreme violence. It was effective, and yet, they were still only just beating it to every punch. For every hit of his hammer followed a wallop from the Hulk, and they were met with only with more fire and a mass of enchanted armor unwilling to yield.
The explosion made by the girl's arrow supplied them with a diversion. As soon as the Destroyer was thrown off balance, James landed another hit with his hammer that sent the iron monster flying hundreds of feet across the desert. The sudden appearance of Eddie Parks made him turn his head only briefly to acknowledge the reincarnate of Iron Man, allowing his partner in strength to momentarily take the lead on his brother's puppet. James didn't say as much, but in Eddie's somewhat timely appearance he was secretly grateful for another heavy hitter.
"You're late." In other words, start putting that suit to good use.
James turned back to his target, making a mid-air dash for the Destroyer while things on the ground continued to unfold in chaos, now a little more manageable with the extra help. Thankfully he and Virginia had put a little more distance between the Destroyer and the fleeing civilians, but it wouldn't last long. Not if they didn't shut this thing down and fast. He'd have to deal with his brother once and for all later.
"We need a clean shot at its mouth to take control of it!" James shouted over the wind to his friends, enduring another blow from the Destroyer that sent him flying backwards and making brief, hard contact with the ground while spitting up blood. Why Odin had ever thought it was a good idea to create this thing was beyond him. "Son of a bitch."